“Wedding of Sita and Rama king will make,
And with that his promise he’ll break.”
Confidence of princes Rama’s beauty shook,
Afraid of Janaka’s vow breaking after just one look.
Forms of the Supreme Lord there are more than one,
Within any of them anything can be done.
In a youth heavy bow He can lift,
To eyes of devotees His victory a gift.
No fear, Janaka’s promise to stay true,
That it wasn’t their day the princes already knew.